“Fuck,” Jinx rasped.
His eyes were glazed as he watched as I slowly fucked Laikyn’s ass.
“Rule…” Laikyn moaned. “Oh, fuck yes. More.”
I smacked her ass and buried myself inside her, holding still for a moment as her ass clenched my dick. I wasn’t going to last long. Probably a blessing since there were people downstairs. Quite a few if Creed brought his crew with him. All here to celebrate our anniversary. One year ago, I married this woman with only two people present to witness it. Apparently, this year, I would be celebrating the day that had changed my existence with everyone we knew.
“Harder,” Laikyn hissed. “Or I’ll start screaming.”
I laughed, my cock pulsing inside her. “If you want an audience…”
“No,” she blurted. “I’m kidding, but … oh, God, Rule … yes.”
I began fucking her harder, deeper, faster. The fact Jinx remained nearby, observing, made it that much hotter.
When Laikyn started mumbling my name, begging me to make her come, I reached under her and found her clit, circling the sensitive nub as I pounded myself into her body.
I grunted, holding back as long as I could. When she finally cried out my name, her ass clenching around me, I drove into her one final time and came so hard I saw stars.
Twenty minutes later, after an actual shower that involved soap, the three of us were downstairs with the rest of our guests. More had arrived since Jinx had come upstairs. Creed and his crew, Knox and his, as well as Rhyan, Red Wally, and Willy, were all there to celebrate with us. It wasn’t an enormous affair, although, for us, it was big enough.
Or at least, I thought it was. Then the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting someone else?” I asked Laikyn as Waldo ran toward the door in an effort to get there first.
She shook her head.
“Did you invite Monica?” I asked.
She laughed. “Not a chance.”
Although Laikyn and her mother were on speaking terms again, it hadn’t been an easy year for them. It got a little better when Monica finally admitted she’d only been engaged to the sneaky lawyer because she thought she was protecting Laikyn. No one bought her story, but it was the closest to an admission of guilt they would ever get from Monica. After that, Laikyn had decided to give her mother the child support that Jeremiah had left her, but she was doling out in monthly installments, exactly as Monica would’ve received if she’d gotten it when Laikyn was born. Needless to say, Monica wasn’t thrilled with that. She was even more upset that Laikyn had taken a chunk of it to pay off Monica’s debt, not trusting her mother to do so. A debt that didn’t involve my fee. I waived that one for her, a fact Monica didn’t even pretend to be grateful for.
I approved of Laikyn’s decision because it ensured I didn’t receive any late-night phone calls asking for my assistance since she owed money to some unsavory people. Provided Monica didn’t have any sexcapades that went horribly wrong again, our business relationship was officially over.
“I apologize,” Kieran said, appearing near the front door. “I know this is a family affair, but that’s a friend of mine.”
I frowned at Knox as he approached behind Kieran.
“Who is it?” Laikyn asked.
“Someone in need of your services,” Kieran said.
“You know he’s not for hire anymore, right?” Laikyn asked, sliding her arm in mine.
What Laikyn said was mostly true. I was no longer the Hollywood Fixer. Considering the number of sins I’d committed in my life, I didn’t balk when Laikyn asked that we stop committing crimes to protect rich idiots. Our services were more of the investigative kind, and we only took new clients, not any I’d done business with in the past. We still worked for rich people, and we still charged outrageous amounts of money when it behooved us to do so, but there was no longer a risk of us spending the rest of our lives in prison for our efforts.
“He knows,” Knox stated. “But we thought maybe you’d consider using your powers for good.”
“Goodish,” Kieran corrected.
Knox grinned.
Jinx opened the front door.
Kieran greeted the new arrival, shaking his hand and welcoming him inside. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I could possibly know him from.
“Rule, I’d like to introduce you to Ronan Kavanagh.”
